Our boat docked the dog green sector of Omaha beach. In the background I could here my Conrad vomiting knowing that he was going lose his life somewhere on that beach. My captain Earl Cummings commanded us onto the shore. In seconds friendly soldiers were either missing a limb our cursed to a slow death. I rushed the beach with my Thomson hanging from my back.
"WAIT, NICK!!! WAIT!" I could barely here Robby voice through the swarm of bullets rushing through the air.
"Hurry Robby take cover!" He dived right next to me beside a wall of sand.
"Where the hell is the captain?" I asked
He took a second to catch his breath.
"I don't know after he lead us off the boat he took a German bullet to the chest I tried to help him but I couldn't get passed the swarm of the soldiers running for cover. God knows where he is."
I put my back to the wall and fell to the floor I couldn't believe it. He had giving me orders since drill camp in 1942.
"Nick we got to do something if were going to take over this beach"
"You're right. Let me think" At that moment the only thing that was going through my head was having a smoke. I dug inside my pocket and pulled out carton cigarettes I offered one to Robby he said he didn't smoke.
"LOOK!" Robby screamed.
I tilted my head up to where Robby was pointing, and my cigarette nearly fell out of my mouth. In the distance I saw German bunkers on fire and allied forces storming the beach.
"I can't believe it." I whispered.
"Believe it." He replied